This is a song about "Douche bags at school"

At school all the other niggas rocked the nikes

Tell the truth, i ain’t gon’ lie, i got so many rides

Me and him was homies, maybe we still cool

When im waiting for mealtime at school

My friends were off at school

Then you look like a fucking fool

My dip gang man, the peeps that'll ride

We hang at school and chat every night

You see, this is for the g's and the keys, motherfucker

Everyday day at school people makes fun of her,

I want millions of body bags

I drop the cash, pop bands then pop tags

At school with no group, marginalized out to be a loner

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Seen at school, remember the wild mammals?

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts